The East Yorkshire coast, just north of the Humber estuary, is the fastest-disappearing in Europe. The coastline of soft clays and tills is receding at 1â3 metres per year. Since 1066, over a dozen villages have tumbled into the sea. Even houses, farms and roads I knew as a child have long since vanished.
It is a flat, foggy landscape of hazy colours: a rockless world of straight-line horizons, sand, wind, sea, mud and mist. Occasional storms devour chunks of the coastline, sometimes including whole buildings, overnight. In between, even when nothing seems to be happening, the land is gradually dissolving.
This piece is a sound-sketch of this disappearing landscape: collapsing structures, the distant clanging of buoy bells, foghorns, the sweep of lighthouse beacons, trickling sand, occasional sunshine, tumbling cliffs, storms that come out of nowhere â and the uneasy feeling that it is only a matter of time before the ground beneath us is there no longer, too.